CYCLE 6 DAY 5

The night was hell, little sleep, interrupted with painful legs. Fitful and restless, disturbed. I finally got out of bed at about 11:30 to self stab and to bathe. I feel like Gollum and probably smell like him.

I eat life saving bacon sandwiches and drink coffee. I mend a light fitting and I am drenched in sweat. I get taken out to buy sweets and food before hitting the sofa for the rest of the day. Tigers lose, Liverpool win. I am at war, crave my bed and fear another night like last night, another hell.

I’m tired and prepare to retreat to bed, perchance to dream. Not a good day, tomorrow will be better.